Merle and I are quite chummy now. He thinks I'm the cats pajamas since I answered some call (I didnt mention the Tuesday Maintenence thing) and had the stones to go up against Malistaire. He thinks it would be a good idea to go over to Unicorn Way.
A Quest! A Quest! I love quests. I like bringing back 999 Rat Tails and saving the millionth princess to get herself kidnapped by an evil overlord. You'd think princesses would learn to take some self defense classes or buy some mace. I digress (often and with reckless abandon). This whole quest obsession thing, I think it's a genetic defect or something. I like the going and fetching and earning something nifty.
So I take myself off to Unicorn Way and before I go very far, Merle is pestering me about learning a secondary school of Magic. "Merle," I say, "I dont even know what my main school of magic is! Where is that button, sir?" I'm pretty sure I saw his patient, paternal guise slip for a moment before he composed himself and talked me through that, too.
It takes me awhile to figure out that I'm a Balance Wizard. I thought the scales were there because the game somehow associated my zodiac sign (Libra) with my in-game character. Sometimes, I'm a bit slow on the uptake. Also, it doesnt help that we dont actually have a school perse, just a handsome vagabond with a festive monocle (I want one of those!). I suppose I just assumed that everyone was a Balance Wizard like me, and what made us different were our secondary school choices.
I pick Death as my secondary school of choice. Damaging the opponent plus healing myself at the same time has always been what I call a win-win situation. Plus, I'm pretty sure that skeletal pirate from the tutorial is somewhere in this line and I'm down with putting that card in my deck.
I head back over to Unicorn Way which is infested with all sorts of fun things. Naughty fairies, skeletal pirates (yay, pirates!) and the like, which the guards are willing to pay me a handsome sum to clean up for them. It isnt long before I run across a blatant play on the Wizard of Oz. Some uptight gamer snobs would go on for hours about this in rants and rambles. Me, my mouth quirked up in a smile. I am a long-time Wizard of Oz fan.
I have yet another quest, but this one is different. My spidey-gamer senses immediately tell me this NPC I have to beat up on is a boss. A boss! I like those. They drop good stuff to sell. I dont know where to sell my stuff yet, but I'll just hit up ol' Merle later. Maybe if I buy him a tankard of the good stuff he'll tell me where the best vendors are.
I have to fight her twice before I am successful. I wont be mentioning that to the Guard when I turn in the quest. Later attempts at soloing bosses are met with frustration. We'll get into that later, I suppose.
I'm still playing late Tuesday night when the fiance comes home from work. He asks me what I'm doing, and I explain about my travels. He smiles and nods and promises to check it out the next morning in his ever-so-patient with me way.
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